Neon Moons

An Accumulation of Wasted Time

Neon moons reflect the glow

      Off the Amber nectar from which inhibitions flow.

Seductive heiresses saunter, touting their wares

      selling you freedom through their long Auburn hair.

                                  Frozen crystals singing in the sand

transformed by man...to hold in the palm of your hand.

This days been long, I need to relax.

          an escape from reality, my soul has been taxed.

Make it a Double, sweeten it to the touch

    A Dash of bitters you know, but Please....Don't Rush.

Joe, another! and one for my friend,

                                may this night last forever

and ever.....Ahmen!